Sadness.
January 3, 2007
The torment of human frustration, whatever its immediate cause, is the
knowledge that the self is in prison, its vital force and ‘mangled
mind’ leaking away in lonely, wasteful self-conflict.
its when you are bound helpless through circumstance, and you cast shadows of doubt on yourself.
but in every eventful realization, despite the odd circumstance, despite the mishaps of occurrences and despite the sadness it brings.
sometimes you are less special than you might think. and sometimes you are less loved for than you know you are, this is eventful, either through conscious or unconscious dealings..
but
Accept the things to which fate binds you, and love
the people with whom fate brings you together, but do so with all your
heart.
in this, if nothing returns for your part, then you have still loved well.
